Big Booty in Chains & Leash Likes Being Teased And Used As Sex Toy HD

Title: A Submissive’s Delight: The Teasing Torture of Big Booty in Chains

In the dimly lit, sensual dungeon, she lay bound and waiting, her body a perfect canvas of supple flesh and quivering desire. The young Mistress, clad in black leather, sauntered over to her chained submissive, a wicked glint in her eye.

“Well now, kitty cat, looks like someone’s in for a special treat today,” she purred, tracing a sharp nail along the captive’s spine, eliciting a shiver and a soft moan.

The submissive, a gorgeous specimen of fit, toned muscle with a screaming bubble butt, writhed beneath the Mistress’s touch, desperate for more. But she knew better than to make demands; her role was to relinquish control, to surrender completely to her Mistress’s manipulations.

“Mmm, you’re so eager, so ready to be used,” the Mistress taunted, giving the captive’s perfect ass a sharp smack. “A sexy little plaything, desperate to please.”

The submissive whimpered, her body clenching with need at the degrading words. Being objectified, demeaned, was such a delicious part of the game. She reveled in the Mistress’s dominant vibe, her kinky K9 roleplay pushing all the right buttons.

Clad in just a skimpy thong and collar, the sub’s body was on full display, her gorgeous, toned legs shackled and spread, her wrists bound above her head. She looked utterly delectable, like a perfect piece of ass ready to be used and abused.

The Mistress continued to explore, her hands roaming over every inch, squeezing and caressing, teasing and taunting. She focused on the sub’s plump cheeks, kneading them like dough, spreading them apart to expose the tight pink rosebud nestled between.

“Such a pretty little ass,” she cooed, sliding a finger along the crack. “Practically begging to be used, isn’t it, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress,” the submissive breathed, her hips wiggling with anticipation. “Please, use me. Do whatever you want with me.”

The Mistress grinned, dark and hungry. “Oh, I intend to, my sweet little fucktoy.”

She reached for the nearby flogger, the soft leather tails whispering through the air as she swung it. The submissive tensed, her body alive and electric. She craved the sting, the burn, the intense pleasure-pain of her Mistress’s sadistic whims.

The first strike landed, a sharp burn across her ass. She yelped, her body jolting, her clit throbbing with need. Each strike after that shed her senses, her mind blanking with each hit of ecstasy.

The Mistress was relentless, focusing on that plump, perfect bubble butt, turning the sensitive skin a beautiful shade of red. The submissive sobbed and moaned, her body singing with pleasure, riding an edge of exquisite torture.

When the flogger finally dropped, the sub’s flesh was hot and raw, acheing for more. But her Mistress was just beginning the games.

“Color?” she asked as she reached for something else.

“Green, Mistress,” the sub panted. “So green.”

The Mistress smiled, dark and knowing. She displayed her newest weapon of choice – a thick, life-sized dog bone dug, covered in phallic protuberances of varying sizes and textures.

“Time for your reward, my obedient little bitch,” she crooned, propping the toy against the sub’s wet slit. “Think you can take it like a good dog?”

The submissive shuddered at the thought, at the promise of being filled, stretched, ravaged by that massive impaler. She wanted it so badly, wanted to be split open and used until she couldn’t think straight.

“Yes Mistress,” she breathed, her voice hoarse with need. “Please. I’m your good little dog. I need it.”

The Mistress smiled, pleased. She grabbed some lubricant and slathered the toy liberally. Then, slowly, she began working it into the sub’s tight heat, teasing her relentlessly, inch by glorious inch.

The submissive howled, her pussy clenching around the invasion, her whole body coiling with pleasure. She could feel every detail of the toy, every bump and ridge and textured node rubbing her raw, stretching her into screaming subspace.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the Mistress seated the toy fully, the bulbous tip kissing the sub’s cervix, her ass a mass of aching, ravaged flesh. She admired her handiwork, her sub lying there, split open and helpless on that impaling spear.

“Such a good girl,” the Mistress purred, reaching down to lightly flick the sub’s clit. “You’ve pleased your Mistress very much.”

The submissive groaned, her whole body igniting, ready to explode. She bucked her hips and the toy shifted inside her, rubbing against her most sensitive spots and triggering an earth-shattering orgasm.

She screamed as she came, her body convulsing, waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her Mistress continued to lightly stroke her, drawing out the ecstasy, until the sub collapsed, spent and twitching.

“Wonderful, pet,” the Mistress crooned, petting her gently. “You took your toy like such a good girl.”

She tenderly removed the impaler, letting the sub’s swollen, abused flesh breathe. The sub quivered with aftershocks, her mind floating in bliss.

Then, almost in afterthought, the Mistress lightly smacked the sub’s tender ass, eliciting another yelp.

“That’s for being greedy and coming without permission,” she chided lightly, a hint of a smile on her lips.

The sub lay there, aching, exhausted, filled with a deep sense of peace and contentment. She was exactly where she wanted to be – bound, battered, used for her Mistress’s delight. The pain was pleasure, the pleasure was pain, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

In this submissive’s world, being a perfect fucktoy, a lesser being to be commanded, degraded and used, was the ultimate high. And she couldn’t wait for her next session…